WORD STREAM (12) Dolly's School-Bus
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The school bus runs very fast,
Little Dolly has a vision to read,
Thoughts in the mind have wings,
Which run the race, in speed..
Why trees are sliding back,
Why wind is slapping the cheek,
Why Mom had broken tea-set,
When Dad's anger was at peak?
Why glass-window is tight,
Which stops the rain to come in,
Why Madam Shouts in classroom,
Why children shake like the fin?
Why home-work is daily diet,
Why addition is so negative,
Two 'minus'-quarrel like Mom-Dad,
And result into the one- positive?
Why Sunday comes so late?
To lay fragrance on the floor,
Hardly does it enter the home,
Monday knocks at the door.
Why they say you will know-
When you cross the childhood,
Am I so innocent,little babe?
Why Driver Uncle is-is, no good?
Dolly presses her head in vain,
Questions fill her mind with fuss,
Can it be-can there be-may be,
Two equal,opposite engines in the bus.
Bus, stand-still:engines- in full speed,
Her thoughts may chase the run,
Going no school,no home, nowhere,
Thoughts-race may persist a fun.
Then she may become a bird with wings,
May go up and up in endless sky..
Mom,Dad, Madam,Driver,all--'why-why?',
Bye,bye- up and up-fly --fly--and fly.
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(C) keshavdubey
5-12-2016
(keshavdubey8@gmail.com)
